Soulmates

My five-year-old complained today of a kid in his kindergarten class who is stalking him. After a little maternal interrogation, it appeared that the stalker is feeling left out of the closeknit bond between my son and another child (let's call him Buddy).

I made several suggestions as to how my son might widen his circle to include stalker-boy (let's call him Skippy) from time to time. He tolerated this for several seconds before laying it out for me, flat.

"Mom," he said, "Buddy and I were made for each other. Skippy and me are not."

I had no argument for that. Sorry, Skippy, I tried. But this thing is bigger than both of us.

Later this evening, while getting a snack for my true blue darling, I said, "You know how you said you and Buddy were made for each other? That's how I feel about you. You and me were made for each other too."

He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Mom," he said, like I was the five-year-old, "I knew that since before I was even born."

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